Sparkatale

Child without a home: be still, don't fight

For without trials and tribulations,

There wouldn't be point to life.

Exhale all impurities, inhale those poisoned woods

You won't know you're alive 'til you've lost it all for good. 

Treasure all you have, don't accept more than you need

Rejoice for all future endeavors and iniquities.

Child without a home: stay humble, act true

For not a soul ends a battle

Without an abundance of wounds.